I'm dreaming every night, come on baby
Just got back from Tokyo!. (Well, I actually went to Anna's and then ate it while the internet was being a bitch - seriously, what's with the wireless these days? - but the feeling's still the same.) It was...interesting, to say the least. What Tokyo! is is three shorter films tied together by being set in, you guessed it, Tokyo. Michel Gondry directed the first segment, and answered some questions after the movie. (He's still a total qt, btw.)
His segment ("Interior Design") was my second favorite, followed by "Merde". In my opinion, the best of the three was the last one, "Shaking Tokyo". It was directed by Joon-something Bong, and it was probably the most oddly touching thing I've ever seen. (Maybe that's too big a statement, but I don't feel like doing some ~soul searching~ right now.) The guy looked just like a Japanese Johnny Sessions, which made me happy once I figured out who he reminded me of, and everything he did was just really, really sweet. The girl, when she showed up, was pretty and quirky in a completely believable way. I was afraid it was going to be this cliched love story with a twist, or whatever, but by the end I was absolutely desperate for them to be together. The way it ends is just fantastic. (I also loved the slow reveal of what his house turned into, too, along with his minuscule smile upon seeing it.) Basically, I'm a gushing fountain of love for this short, and I will hold it in my heart.
This makes my second sneak of the school year which I technically had nothing to do with. I kind of show up and help out, because there's always something to be done, and no one really questions it. It's cool. The scheduled Night worker was Justin, so we talked for a bit. It was nice, because whenever he's working desk I get all awkward, despite the fact that we were both Bexley temps who moved to EC. We always, like, nod at each other in recognition, but it was comforting that we do actually get along outside of the awkwardness. I'm glad he's going to be my minion this semester.
In other news, job has been reduced to two days a week, thanks once again to the GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING economy. John seemed genuinely sorry about it, which warms my heart in no small measure. I still love them, and I just hope I can actually finish my project for them in time. Speaking of the DISGUSTING HORRIBLE BEASTLY MONSTROUS economy, I'm supposed to head out to Quincy this weekend and take pictures. Reconnaissance, don'cha know. (Translation: mom will probably end up there, so she wants to have some idea about the neighborhood. I am all too happy to comply.) Hopefully it won't be so terribly cold. Or maybe I'll just suck it up and buy myself some gloves tomorrow. Along with the grocery store run and registering the Sci-fi Marathon.
How the fuck is my life so busy if I never do anything? This paradox will never cease to fascinate me.
Oh yes, it's that time again. So, where to begin? I had a weird day yesterday. Since I was out of work, I sort of showered with no purpose. Then I let my hair get too dry while I was waiting for the rest of me to dry off, with the result that even with product it looked like a frizzy mess. The split ends were really noticeable, so I gathered it all up in my hand and cut about an inch off.
Just like that. With no thought for the future whatsoever. Now, you have no way of knowing this, but this is EXTREMELY UN-FUCKING-LIKE ME to do. I'm not impulsive or spontaneous, as a general rule, and even less so when it comes to my own appearance (for what should be obvious reasons). But I cut a bit off my hair, and you can't even tell. I like that I did it, though. Must have been in a really weird mindset for that (and I was), but still.
So then I was thinking about wearing a skirt for the day, because I had no intention of leaving, and since my legs were sort of hairy (I mean, I hadn't shaved in a while, so of course they were hairy, but in general I've never been that hairy, so), I shaved in the sink. Again, something I don't normally do. It was weird, being so out of my normal routine. But there was something...I don't know, attractive? inspiring? empowering about it. (All of it, I mean, not just the shaving.)
Which leads me round to the big topic - I've come to the conclusion (several times, in fact) that life is not something that I do. Life is something that happens to other people. It's something that I read about and dream about, but it's not for me. I always get that bit from the end song in Sweeney Todd, the "life is for the alive to live" part, in my head, and think "then I must not be alive, huh?" Which isn't so far from the truth.
But then Wednesday's weirdness happened, and I thought, you know what? I could live. Maybe for just a few hours at a time, but I could. I remember spending a fair amount of time just looking at myself that morning (again, unusual; again, for obvious reasons), and I think I might be ok with myself. I'm ok with being the Great Friendless Wonder, the semi-ghost who skulks around with no aim or purpose. I'm ok with that, because sometimes I prove to myself that I do actually exist in this world, and even if nobody else sees it, I do.
Of course, that's all a load of crap, but hey, fuck you too. My journal my rules, bitch. And if I want to put this shit on the internet, then that's my choice. (Good lord, I'm being defensive over nothing and to no one at all. How strange.)
Maybe I'll ease off the introspection a little next time.
All right, that's quite enough of that. I think I'll be going now. Will probably update with opinion of Quincy and/or any film I happen to see (since I talked myself out of Doubt yesterday) and/or QI or Jonathan Creek or anything else I might happen to watch. Or Persona 4, if I give in and let myself buy it. Who knows? I'm in a weird frame of mind at the moment.
EDIT: OMG, REAGRAHAM LINCOOL IS MY HERO. I LOVE YOU SAM BEE!!! I'LL MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GOOOOOOOOONE :(
His segment ("Interior Design") was my second favorite, followed by "Merde". In my opinion, the best of the three was the last one, "Shaking Tokyo". It was directed by Joon-something Bong, and it was probably the most oddly touching thing I've ever seen. (Maybe that's too big a statement, but I don't feel like doing some ~soul searching~ right now.) The guy looked just like a Japanese Johnny Sessions, which made me happy once I figured out who he reminded me of, and everything he did was just really, really sweet. The girl, when she showed up, was pretty and quirky in a completely believable way. I was afraid it was going to be this cliched love story with a twist, or whatever, but by the end I was absolutely desperate for them to be together. The way it ends is just fantastic. (I also loved the slow reveal of what his house turned into, too, along with his minuscule smile upon seeing it.) Basically, I'm a gushing fountain of love for this short, and I will hold it in my heart.
This makes my second sneak of the school year which I technically had nothing to do with. I kind of show up and help out, because there's always something to be done, and no one really questions it. It's cool. The scheduled Night worker was Justin, so we talked for a bit. It was nice, because whenever he's working desk I get all awkward, despite the fact that we were both Bexley temps who moved to EC. We always, like, nod at each other in recognition, but it was comforting that we do actually get along outside of the awkwardness. I'm glad he's going to be my minion this semester.
In other news, job has been reduced to two days a week, thanks once again to the GOD DAMN MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING economy. John seemed genuinely sorry about it, which warms my heart in no small measure. I still love them, and I just hope I can actually finish my project for them in time. Speaking of the DISGUSTING HORRIBLE BEASTLY MONSTROUS economy, I'm supposed to head out to Quincy this weekend and take pictures. Reconnaissance, don'cha know. (Translation: mom will probably end up there, so she wants to have some idea about the neighborhood. I am all too happy to comply.) Hopefully it won't be so terribly cold. Or maybe I'll just suck it up and buy myself some gloves tomorrow. Along with the grocery store run and registering the Sci-fi Marathon.
How the fuck is my life so busy if I never do anything? This paradox will never cease to fascinate me.
Oh yes, it's that time again. So, where to begin? I had a weird day yesterday. Since I was out of work, I sort of showered with no purpose. Then I let my hair get too dry while I was waiting for the rest of me to dry off, with the result that even with product it looked like a frizzy mess. The split ends were really noticeable, so I gathered it all up in my hand and cut about an inch off.
Just like that. With no thought for the future whatsoever. Now, you have no way of knowing this, but this is EXTREMELY UN-FUCKING-LIKE ME to do. I'm not impulsive or spontaneous, as a general rule, and even less so when it comes to my own appearance (for what should be obvious reasons). But I cut a bit off my hair, and you can't even tell. I like that I did it, though. Must have been in a really weird mindset for that (and I was), but still.
So then I was thinking about wearing a skirt for the day, because I had no intention of leaving, and since my legs were sort of hairy (I mean, I hadn't shaved in a while, so of course they were hairy, but in general I've never been that hairy, so), I shaved in the sink. Again, something I don't normally do. It was weird, being so out of my normal routine. But there was something...I don't know, attractive? inspiring? empowering about it. (All of it, I mean, not just the shaving.)
Which leads me round to the big topic - I've come to the conclusion (several times, in fact) that life is not something that I do. Life is something that happens to other people. It's something that I read about and dream about, but it's not for me. I always get that bit from the end song in Sweeney Todd, the "life is for the alive to live" part, in my head, and think "then I must not be alive, huh?" Which isn't so far from the truth.
But then Wednesday's weirdness happened, and I thought, you know what? I could live. Maybe for just a few hours at a time, but I could. I remember spending a fair amount of time just looking at myself that morning (again, unusual; again, for obvious reasons), and I think I might be ok with myself. I'm ok with being the Great Friendless Wonder, the semi-ghost who skulks around with no aim or purpose. I'm ok with that, because sometimes I prove to myself that I do actually exist in this world, and even if nobody else sees it, I do.
Of course, that's all a load of crap, but hey, fuck you too. My journal my rules, bitch. And if I want to put this shit on the internet, then that's my choice. (Good lord, I'm being defensive over nothing and to no one at all. How strange.)
Maybe I'll ease off the introspection a little next time.
All right, that's quite enough of that. I think I'll be going now. Will probably update with opinion of Quincy and/or any film I happen to see (since I talked myself out of Doubt yesterday) and/or QI or Jonathan Creek or anything else I might happen to watch. Or Persona 4, if I give in and let myself buy it. Who knows? I'm in a weird frame of mind at the moment.
EDIT: OMG, REAGRAHAM LINCOOL IS MY HERO. I LOVE YOU SAM BEE!!! I'LL MISS YOU WHEN YOU'RE GOOOOOOOOONE :(